Milena~
What a vile creature!
I once mapped out how my life would go but nature doesn't bend to what we want. It breaks us instead. I never imagined I would be sold by a mate and the man who sold me would share my space.
I can’t decide which shocks me more; the fact he sold me off, fed me, clothed me, or his last words of wanting to share a room.
Forging personality isn’t something suitable for an Alpha. Alpha Vladimir has been impossible to read since I woke up. And his last words cut deeper.
None of us is leaving.
I am stunned as the phrase echoes in my head. Why would an Alpha want to share a chamber with a slave? No, these aren't the right questions I should be asking. I should be concerned about his reason for being here.
How did his jacket end up in my hands? What does he want
